While reading PerennialQuestr's recent (soon to be classic) post entitled The Clock Reads 4:48 a.m. it struck me that we ought to have a place where the various odes, poems, lyrics, screenplays and bits of doggerel that have paid tribute to the Aneros are assembled. While I am lobbying for a different section/page of the forum that might become a permanent home, for now I propose this thread as a temporary repository.

To all those that have generated such content in the past, and to all those that will in the future here you have it. By the way, I am not discouraging anyone from generating their own threads to showcase their tributes, as a matter of fact I would strongly encourage everyone to do so as it will allow others the opportunity to respond to it. Thereafter, if you will kindly post your tribute here it will facilitate the transfer to a dedicated section down the line.

Posts can be of any length. Multiple submissions (from a single member) are encouraged. If numerous submissions exist, try to select the best for inclusion here. When posting please make certain to include the title of your work, if it has one. You might also include a link to the original thread that the work appeared in if applicable. Again, this would direct members to a place where they might leave their comments.

(This poem is a combination of what I have experienced (mini-o's, multi-o's, emotional o's) and have still to experience (super o's). It is dedicated to all of those who are or were jealous to a point of sickness towards women, other forum members with more success, etc. Remember what you can achieve if you just lay back and enjoy the ride (no matter how long it takes) , it's pretty amazing.)

MISTRESS ANEROS

I used to be jealous of women.And their intense blissful state.But that was before I found Aneros,And before it found my prostate.

I would think how could one person,experience such mind blowing pleasure.But thanks to the Mistress Aneros,I know how to take the right measure.

I lube her up properly.And slide her inside.My body tenses up.I'm in for a wild ride.

It starts out slowly,A tingly sensation.But I decide to refrain,From normal masturbation.

The feelings are increasing,Its becoming more fast.I hope and I pray,That these feelings will last.

My body is convulsing.I'm beginning to sweat.But I am not finished,No, not just yet.

This is an excellent idea, this is an expansion of an idea 'artform' and I discussed a short while ago for assembling his ANEROS HAIKU CHAIN. I've gone ahead and created a Community Group titled "ANEROSISMS".In the initial posting I have included 'Voyager's"Two Brothers","Hotel Californication" & "Oh Oh Seven (Aneros the Movie)", 'artform's"ANEROS HAIKU CHAIN", 'PerennialQuestr's"The Clock Reads 4:48am" and 'tomh8505's"Mistress Aneros" There are some related threads which have snippets in a related vein, such as your own THE F-SPOT, Is ANEROS an acronym?, Ideas for Spreading the Word... that might also be of interest to our readers.

I'm sure our readership can come up with some more suggestions that I haven't thought about in a long while.

This is my fucking poemThis is my fucking poem,A fucking poemWhich is most definitely about fucking.I fucked and I fucked and I fucked and I fuckedAnd I fucked an entire lifetime of fucking.But more, the world's absolute best lifetime of fucking.On one Aneros, one 3/4 of a joint and two slightest touch padsWhat did all this amount to?Well, first, of course a fucking poem.Which is what this is.About the revelations of orgasmic experienceCrashing absolutely beautifully across meEach one an entire lifetime of beautyIn one particular unbelievable fuckOf gorgoeus encompassing empoweringSoul swampingOrgasm of orgasm of orgasm of orgasmOf my body down there being attachedTo the carbon and methaneSuckingest suck of energy resourcesInto one particular instance of a fuckWith one particular person from my accumulatedNever as yet known overwhelmingly powerfulNeed to have these very fucksWhen my genitals blossomed into theEntire women's world of combinedAbsolute pussy shakingAneros dancingWorlds of my worldsCrashing over meAnd now a different revelatory angleOf incredibly appliedAbsolutely perfectlyAnd life consummatinglyPressures on THE parts ofMy physical soul thatNeeded to beFucked and Fucked and Fucked and Fucked and Fucked and Fucked.Forever

By Darwin in Super Orgasm for real first heaven

THERE's More

I can definitely say that I neverKnew what fucking wasBefore I had this fuck.Its depths of fuckingWere not to Be stopped.I really got fucked.My body changing intoEvery possible postureOf fucking and being fuckedOf every angle of perfectionOf fucking.My body became my bodyIn different guises and lifeHistories. Each and everyone arising from the imaginitativepower of deepestfucking of fuck.Each angle being anentire historyof fucking like that.That I experienced inmy body.Whose genitals meldedwith wonderous weldingof pleasure of 360 degreesof penis and vaginathe fucked and the fuckercombining in perfectshared sexual experienceof fucking ones soul

Oh my! I wonder what Walt Whitman would have rhapsodized if there had been an internet in his day!

"Is this then a touch? quivering me to a new identity,Flames and ether making a rush for my veins,Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them,My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself,On all sides prurient provokers stiffening my limbs,Straining the udder of my heart for its withheld drip,Behaving licentious toward me, taking no denial,Depriving me of my best as for a purpose,Unbuttoning my clothes, holding me by the bare waist,Deluding my confusion with the calm of the sunlight and pasture-fields,Immodestly sliding the fellow-senses away,They bribed to swap off with touch and go and graze at the edges of me,No consideration, no regard for my draining strength or my anger,Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them a while,Then all uniting to stand on a headland and worry me.The sentries desert every other part of me,They have left me helpless to a red marauder,They all come to the headland to witness and assist against me.I am given up by traitors,I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor,I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there.You villain touch! what are you doing? my breath is tight in its throat,Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for me."

KING HENRY V:This story shall the good man teach his son;And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,From this day to the ending of the world,But we in it shall be remember'd;We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;For he to-day that sheds his blood with meShall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,This day shall gentle his condition:And gentlemen in England now a-bedShall think themselves accursed they were not here,And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaksThat fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

a tingle just crept up my spine like warm water swallowing my being:the aftermath of volcanic release, only it had rained honey instead of ash.

i lay supine, shivering, shuddering, hissing in the deliciousness of it.little rivulets fell from my cock, my stomach became a hillside,curves and dew and strong earth bound and waiting.

nipples all aglow, each the ruler of its own universe of wonderfulof wow of whimper-inducing pleasure.

my legs spread apart, wriggling and sliding along the bed, tense then loosethen taut then floating somewhere atop everest's cloudy halo.sharing one almost-self, one nigh-corporeal essence with the rest of me,splayed and pierced and begging for the agonizing ecstasy to drip, flow,flow, please, please wash over me entirely.

one hand curled up upon itself, fingers seeking to establish some shredof anchor in this liquid cosmos of indiscernible, undetermined shapesgiven hint of form through paroxysm, through penetration, through the pristine.

another hand turned savior, leaped up to form a flesh-and-bone roof over my gaping mouth,with tongue fluttering, dancing in rapid breath;desperate oh-oh-ohs in triple-time, each yanked out by some demonic angler impatient for the shore.

then the release, the cataclysm, the end of ends that promises renewal, body made into one purposeone non-thought one star caught in the telescope, flicker fade flicker, explode.i give birth to everything, i have involved all in the ardent fire of my love.

Many years ago no matter how long precicely V World comes into being.Not a big event by any means in the life of the Cosmos.Just another small shining object to join the myriad millions already existing.

It is thought that the Cosmos is the result of a Big Bang.

V World was caused by a small bang.The coming together of two heavenly bodies that danced in unison for a period time.

V World grew slowly from small particles of matter.As it grew and developed some lands became close and others drifted apart.There are many lands to be considered here.

Headland, Heartland and so on.We will hear more of them later.

In Headland Brain resides, one of the more important enteties in V World.

Brain likes to think that he is in charge of everything but this is not always the case.

He can speed up and slow down the air supply but he has very little power in Heartland.

Brain also likes to think that he knows everything and hates being suprised.

Brain is astounded one day when he recieves a message from Prostate claiming that Brain and Prostate are related.Brothers in fact !

Two Brothers.Having used an Aneros for a few times I now have a small understandof the "Rewiring '" process.I have made up a short story so I can put it in easy terms for myself to understand.I hope other new users will find it useful.

Two Brothers

Imagine the folowing.

Brain is working in his office. A busy day as usual.His phone rings.

B. "Hello Brain here, can I help"

P. "Hello Brain, this is Prostate here".

B. "Who"

P. " Prostate. You do not know me but I am your brother".

Stunned silence from Brain.

P. " Hello, are you ok"

B. " I do not have a brother"

P. " I can understand your suprise but it is true"

B. "Please explain".

P. "We were seperated at birth".

B. 'Why has nobody told me of your existance before ?"

P. " I am the black sheep of the family."

B. " Where are you now".

P. " I am in Rectumland"

B. "Rectumland ! Thats the Dark Continent, unexplored and full of strange things"

P. "It is not that bad. Not as posh as Headland. You have done well for yourself there"

B. " Yes I have done well. Why contact me after all these years ? Are you in trouble. Do you want something"

P. No I am ok. I have tried to contact you many times before but could never find your details".

B. " What happened ?"

P. "There was a visitor yesterday. A Mr. Helix Aneros, He gave me your details."

B. "Dont know the man"

P." Well he knew of you. I decieded to call as we are not getting any younger."

Brain is now confused. He has a voice on the phone claiming to be his brother in the dark continent.Brain is not sure what to make of it all.Is it good news or bad news ?

P. "I realise this must be a bit of a shock to you.I will hang up now and give you a call tomorrow."

B. "Yes ok. I need to do some reserch this end. Make sure you are for real.

Now the post above of I Love Aneros Wandering was an early entry in developing a SongBook for the proposed Aneros Ecstatic Male Choir, who, while singing conventionally through their North Face vocal chords, also are developing the great talent championed by Le Pétomane, vocalizing through their newly trained and compliant anorectal South Face vocal chords!!!

Therefore, herewith:

The Aneros Ecstatic Male Chorus SongBook

1. I Love Aneros Wandering

I love to go a-wandering, climb, grunt and growl and push. And as I go, I love to sing; "Aneros up my tush!"

Super-Os and Beyond...are here to stayas we hum and buzz and fly and float and surf and sailour Moon Light BoatUP, through the Multiverse!..., and down through the moatback to Moon Light Bay... hhmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm

I like that feeling And now I have it Off to my room And hungrily unwrap it Off to my drawer And slowly insert it. Wonderful feelings And I can’t stop it. Wave after wave Maxes me out and I love it Knocking me sideways And I almost can’t stand it Off up to heights Of pure bliss and pleasure Coming down slow But something is wooing me Taking me higher Now what can that be? Something is stirring With potential to thrill me Too late now, can’t stop It’s really really got me And off I go again Shooting out something I know not And again I’m surprised And it seems I know not What is to become of this body? Pulled this way & that way And decidedly carnal But instantly celestial Something’s a’ rumbling In my life once terrestrial Now I’m flying Over all points, the best of all I’ve never experienced But coming down to pleasure That kept me and given me A run for my honey. And given me and takes me To planes not bought With money, where I am indeed Indebted and grateful.

I will go on a journey todayA journey to somewhere deep insideA place where, some think,Is deep & dark & forlornBut I know can be heavenTurned inside out And appealing to meIn its ardent formReaches out, with fingersTo enlighten me.

I'm going on a journey todayTo reach heaven's inward shoreTo take stock of its delights thereinAnd count the bars of solid gold.

I'm going on a journey todayPast all references old and creakyTo a place of lifeThat charms me with its cuteness and coynessTo give plenty in terms of wealth and gold.